A story of an eighteen-year-old girl who had a huge crush on her college senior.
Naiza Rehman is a typical 18-year-old girl who loves to talk and interact with people. She is a very friendly person and talks to almost everyone in her college apart f...
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I was so overwhelmed by your support and comments :) So here you go, the part which I skipped from last chapter and which was the reason why I wrote it that chapter that day itself. 🙊
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The mornings were lethargic and wished to curl up in the blanket, to sleep composedly. However, it was not possible as I had a program to attend which was my cousin sister, Maliha's marriage.
Maliha was two years elder than me and studied in, my college itself. We often used to meet in the morning at the bus stop as her home was near mine. Nevertheless, it was rare to see her at the bus stop as I was always late.
The most exciting part was the groom. He was a guest lecturer in my college. No, it is not a love marriage. The groom a.k.a my, Jeeju (Brother-in-law) was a guest lecturer in Mr Cute's department. They were very close to each other, and I was sure that Mr Cute would also be attending the marriage as the groom might have invited them all.
The marriage hall was one and a half hours journey from my place. Therefore, all the family members were going on a bus which was taking us to the destination from my cousin's place.
After reaching my cousin's house, I received a snap from Shabeeb, Mr Cute's best friend on Snapchat. The snap, which he sent was a picture of him and Shaym sitting in a car. Now, after seeing that, I was sure they were going to the marriage hall. However, I was not feeling the usual or previous enthusiasm. I showed that snap to my other cousin and mentioned this was Mr Cute. She got thrilled and excited to see him from the marriage.
The bus started at our place pretty late as we waited for all the relatives to arrive. Promptly, I was damn sure about one thing that I would not be able to see Shaym. Although actually, truth to be told, I didn't want to see him. I only yearned a little to see him so that I could write a better climax for my story.
During the bus journey, I informed my cousin, "If something is going to happen, then it will be my climax, and I'm excited about it."
Due to the current protests going on in our area related to some political issues, there was a long-drawn block in the road.
After two hours, Shabeeb again sent me a snap. It was a picture which he took from the marriage hall as the bride and groom on the stage were seen. They are still there. Now I was just five minutes away from the place where they were. After a few minutes, I ultimately reached the destined place.
As soon as I reached there, I had only one thought in my mind which Farhaan said on his last chat.
"It's the last time maybe you guys are going to see. It's going to be the final chapter of your book. Make your readers happy but don't do something stupid."
I marched inside the hall with my cousin and saw one of my classmates. He came near me to greet, and we casually talked. He then informed me, "Some of our seniors also came, and they went just now."
